I prayed for the beggars. The woman surprised me with a wink. The staples I bought were high, but not as high as meat. You will only wear it at home.”
Encouraged by the shopkeeper’s suggestion, the boy asked, “My mother has the worst taste in sleepwear and unmentionables. “We cannot afford this, Sweetheart!” I looked around expecting to see a husband, as if a rare bird had flown into the shop. Hory took my explanation with pride. I wanted to wash myself clean of his fluids. He forced me to cleave unto him night and morning. How my body was sore from a foot wound, I could not explain it. “Yes, but let’s move the screen to the far corner. I felt a heat I had known when his father took me gently. “Slattern!”
My son did not stay long inside of me that night. At that pace I just might return before sundown.
